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The dream seemed to last all night. She was gone from this world, and I was broken into a million pieces. I tried to pick them up and place them back together. Then I realized I was missing some of the best parts.

Did you know when you left
how this piece of me followed?
Ripped out of a space
Gaping empty and hollow

Did you feel it, this love
from a flesh that you share?
How it moves in great aching
but will be always was there

Do you hear it, this pounding
of heart beating pain?
How I wish yours would echo
calling once more my name.

I drive carefully past the happy playing in our cul-de-sac and pull into the drive. I give a quick wave to my three girls all gathered in the quiet street making merry faces with chalk. I think nothing more of their playing. I don't pause to linger over laughter. It's an ordinary Tuesday.

Exactly two weeks ago was like any other plain day where families wake up and eat breakfast and head off to work and school. Mornings full of half-hearted kisses goodbye, with no thought that the same thing could not be expected tomorrow. It proceeded along, almost mundane in its presentation.

But later that afternoon I got a call from a friend. She laid it all out in truth, how one family woke that morning to devastating loss. I didn't want to hear it. That perhaps my not knowing would make it less true. My eyes blurred, my stomach groaned, my mind kept repeating, "Children aren't suppose to die." The unimaginable is reality when it touches you. You find your wo…